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Short Jobs poem by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen| Details | |

PAD FOR NO JOB

On job,

You paid,

No job,

iPad!

Short Jobs poem by Muhammad Safa Thajudeen| Details | |

AIRPORT

Nose is an Airport,

Importing,

Exporting,

Air!

Short Jobs poem by Jerry Stevenson| Details | |

It Is Probable

It is probable
that if I had studied hard
I would be employed.

Short Jobs poem by Volodymyr Knyr| Details | |

The best job

Your own successful biz,
that's what your best job is!

Volodymyr Knyr
2014

Short Jobs poem by Anashe Bartonia| Details | |

Black Coffee Mug: Red Wheelbarrow

So much depends
Upon

a black coffee 
cup

faded with use
steam

into the faces
of us all

Short Jobs poem by Gorlum Gorlum| Details | |

Limerick: shrinks, part 2

Once attending professional course
Shrinks attempted to fix mind flaws
They gorged on cocaine
But primitive brain
Has failed to achieve sacred pause

Short Jobs poem by Warner Baxter| Details | |

Hedgehog - adult

I ONCE MET A MAN IN PORN WHO’S TOOL WAS BIGGER THAN CORN NO TWITTER NOR BLOG THEY CALLED HIM HEDGEHOG HE HUFFED PUFFED AND BLEW HIS OWN HORN

Short Jobs poem by Warner Baxter| Details | |

Downtown - adult

DOWNTOWN WHERE GIRLS DANCE ON POLES FOR A PRICE THEY’LL BARE THEIR SOULS THEY’LL SIT ON YOUR LAP YOU’LL GO FAP FAP FAP UNTIL YOU LOOSE YOUR CONTROL

Short Jobs poem by Timothy Hicks| Details | |

Careful What You Wish For

There once was an ambitious man named Eddie,
who wanted a job in the traveling industry.
The genie granted his wish,
but Ed never expected this;
an employer's note saying, "Welcome to the DMV!"

Short Jobs poem by DrJim Martin| Details | |

The New Job

The New Job
Dr. James E. Martin
©December, 2012


He started his job at six,
He was ready to enter the mix.
He lost it as seven,
Not his view of heaven,
So now it is back to the sticks.



Short Jobs poem by Finn The Poet| Details | |

office

large space.
i should go home.
get fired.
i only live once.
headaches.
across the room.
his voice.
breathing down my back.
it stinks. 
why can't i have big boobs?
my boss
you suck!

I'm fired!


Short Jobs poem by Micah Freeman| Details | |

Vacations

Waterfalls and beach balls 
breakfast in bed with bear claws 
Nothin I like better than a vacation 

Paper work and people wastin my time 
Ain't nothin I hate more than waitin in line 
For that next vacation

Short Jobs poem by Preston Dusseault| Details | |

Hands

My hands do indeed,
They show no secrets,
Scars and cuts,
Tough skin.

They show no secrets,
These hands of mine,
Tough skin,
Along the palm.

These hands of mine,
Scars and cuts,
Along the palm,
My hands do indeed.

Short Jobs poem by Tara Andre| Details | |

Solving Insomnia

Dogs barking loudly at night,
Even when you tell them to stop?
After midnight or early hours,
Despite you having called the cops?

Don't you worry, I've been there too,
Open-eyed and out of my mind.
Good thing I acted; now I can sleep;
So maybe the next pooch will be more kind.

Short Jobs poem by Dan Keir| Details | |

Comfort

There’s comfort in conformity,
The dry herd steps forward to give 
Filed sighs, an enormity
Of purpose, peppered like a sieve
With empty space, paraded fast
Through love and loss, to lie and live,
Splaying bones to yawn death at last,
Our time to pass, we won’t forgive.


Short Jobs poem by Kendra Kautz| Details | |

Blameless

Everything that happens
Is not my fault
I cant control all things    
Sometimes things 
Just have to change     
Sometimes its 
Noones fault
And there's no
Assigning blame
Sometimes people
Grow appart 
But life will
Carry on                  
Just because im afraid
Is no reason to close my heart

Short Jobs poem by Victoria Riis| Details | |

Work, Writing and Why

Walking in and out of my day
I wonder why does it has to be this way.

What have I done all these years?
Who have I become?

Waiting for something or someone?
Working to provide a meal or two?

There is a time to write and to make
up for all that time, then all the work
comes down to a line, and then a word.


Short Jobs poem by Wm Paul| Details | |

8-12-13 A CHANGE OF SCENE

He quit the sea as a Pirate,
To become a Hard Rock Miner,
No more could he take
The Wind and the Water,
Thought he the Dirt and Dust
Could make his Life the better.

Hard Work it was
And the blisters grew,
The sweat and heat was
Most oppressive.

And the Gold trickled in,
And the Gold was worth it.

Short Jobs poem by Agnes Bugeja| Details | |

Chicken Suit

He stands on the curb
in a chicken suit. 
Jumping,dancing and waving at you.

Yep, it's a job
Money to make
Is it demeaning?
You may laugh and say-

I would never do that
But do what you must
Just to live life
It is a must!
Wave as you drive by
It could be you-
dancing and waving
In that "Chicken Suit"

Short Jobs poem by Robert Pettit| Details | |

Censorship

Sometimes, if an act is to be funny, a comedian may resort to using profanity. What he says may be considered outrageous, but he makes laughter look like it's contagious. On television, you would never hear a profane quip. The sound may be beeped out due to censorship. inspired by another member's poem

Short Jobs poem by ghairo daniels| Details | |

RETRENCHED WOMEN

2. RETRENCHED WOMEN




The brain aches, numbs the soul
Pictures float away of women
Crying, laughing, ironing sheets
Thinking about jobs and sex
Of finding jobs and cooking cheap spaghetti


Of playing with skinny children, malnourished
Recovering from agonies, worry, turmoil
Confusion and schizophrenia
From absorbing life and giving
Life.

Short Jobs poem by Trevor McLeod| Details | |

Construction

Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada


Oh; it's spring in Sudbury
and the city wakes up.
There's a start of engines
and the day looks up.

You head out on the highway.
You're moving along.
Then a clunk by the wheel well
means your day's going wrong.

It's Spring here in Sudbury.
Construction going on.
It will last the whole year
and the road remains gone.

Short Jobs poem by Jesson Rata| Details | |

Time Capsule

You try. Everyday you try.
You get up, search, write, you hit apply.
You do the same cycle; wash, rinse, clean.
You hope that in every solitaire, a reply will come after.
You wait, and wait, and wait.
Sometimes, you get nothing, sometimes you get objections.
You try. Everyday you try.
When will you do? Do you know what to do?
That one day will come. In time, you'll know. . . you'll do.

Short Jobs poem by Lara Wash| Details | |

Time

The clock ticks
When will the world fix
Everyday concerns
As in, equality for all
And an educational system
Where all learn?

No more Ivy League colleges
For bragging rights
All knowledge is to enhance
Ones insight

For employment
No more unbalanced scales
For opportunity
All shall be able to hear
The bell

The clock ticks
When will people fix
A social system
Where all men mix?

Short Jobs poem by Reason A. Poteet| Details | |

Loving Oneself

What of loving oneself?
Ponder three allusions
and think through self-love...
Thou shall not kill ever,
don't take what is not yours, 
neither should you deceive.

So say I to you -
you, workaholics -
Don't put your own life
in the grave working
eighty-hour work weeks.

Don't rob yourself
of the pleasure
of true success -
a job well done.

Hear me out!
never lie
to yourself

seeking
fickle

praise.



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